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"Hmmm." Dave scowled, prodding at his empty glass. "I guess." He stood up, preparing to leave. He'd had his drink, and Mia'd patiently joined him for it; maybe he could take her to the training rooms for a bit, and they could talk about it. "You never answered me about what your actual name...

Dave frowned. "So did you join the 'God Squad', in spite of every reason not to be a fan of gods, out of gratitude and the goodness of your heart, or did Maple give you some kind of ultimatum?"

Dave snorted and chugged down the rest of his glass. "Figures. You got any insight into why the normal rules for voices of life don't seem to apply to her?"

To... revive him. After he was dead. Resurrection was just... a thing Maple could do. What a fucking concept. Dave clenched his jaw. "Why'd Maple take such an interest in you in particular? What, why do you get to be resurrected and every other person who dies doesn't? Because you were useful...

"Jesus." That was... a lot to take in. "What do you mean, Maple showed up? What I'm getting here is Arceus did the lockout thing, but they, what, rescued you to another universe before he could kill your actual body?" He sipped his drink, thinking. This hardly sounded like annihilating...

Dave shuddered. He took a quick glance at Mia; she was watching Soda sidelong in a way he recognized as impatient. Probably wondering why he'd been taking such a while to get to the good bits. She probably wouldn't say anything horribly insensitive, he'd convinced her most people wouldn't like a...

Honestly Dave'd been so ready to believe Maple was secretly an asshole Arceus from another world who'd bound Soda to some kind of supernatural indentured servitude. Would explain his lack of enthusiasm about God Squad work, and Maple's fucked-up power level. But he dismissed it too easily and...

Of course. Of course it was. "Jesus." It was ridiculous to even be in a world where gods were a thing, where you actually had to contend with nigh-omnipotent beings existing. But given you were in that world, somehow, the gods being shady should come as a surprise to fucking no one. "Yeah, you...

Oh lord. Was this going where Dave thought it was going. "What exactly was he offering?"

"Get into... organizations?" Soda was being very vague again. Dave narrowed his eyes at him. Yeah, this thing did sound shady as fuck, and naming itself "Peaceful Preventative Measures" didn't help - frankly that sounded like some sort of extremist cult, the same vibe as a dictatorship calling...

There was a jab of something in Dave's gut. "Icarus, huh? We've got that myth." Did he come from home? Or a different but similar world, the way so many of the worlds seemed to be variations on Cibus with slightly different timelines of events? He fiddled with his glass, contemplating what Soda...

Dave scowled at that. “The god of your world. So, Arceus? Different Arceus?”

"Shit," Dave said again. He'd been hoping this chat might illuminate something about the God Squad, about who could be trusted, but it was hard not to just think about where the fuck Diyem was and whether he'd ever get home, with this poor fucker in front of him, an actual human who'd just...

A cold, awful feeling congealed in Dave's stomach. Diyem had promised to return them to the moment he'd taken them, right? Time wasn't supposed to be passing back home while they were here? "Shit. That's... Jesus." How... how did that even work? "Did they say what was supposed to be happening...

Well. "Guessing 'Soda''s not your actual name, huh." Fuck. He was a goddamn human, too. A human who'd never made it home. "So, what, did your Voice of Life not let you go back when you'd fixed things?" Was the Voice of Life Maple? "Or did you choose to stay?"

"Hmmm." Joule was a big old happy optimist, huh. And now he was captured and/or dead. Nice. "Right. So... you're a human? Your partner? Or were you just a couple of Pokémon trying and failing to fix things?"

Dave narrowed his eyes at Soda. "What, Joule? Did he just casually hop on after getting with Maple, then?" His ears perked up. "Wait, hold up. When you say just like Shield did, you mean what exactly? You were from a world like Telum?"

Oh, just thought of one thing that was affecting me this Blitz-- The full extra bonus point for theme per review meant that it was always significantly better to review one chapter of a fic at a time - that meant the theme bonus effectively doubled the number of chapters I read, while doing...

"I don't care that people have emotions. But they should be able to act rationally anyway. The prefrontal cortex can override impulsive behaviours with reason." Dave chuckled through his nose. "Yeah? I don't know, sometimes you do some pretty impulsive shit." "Only if I want to do it." "Yeah...

Hmm, why? It's not very helpful to respond just saying "I don't like this" without elaboration - we can't discuss the issue and figure out something better if we don't know what's bothering you. By explaining your thoughts, we can work out improvements that everyone would be happier with...